Celestine Claire Constantine, a 21 years old lady who looks like a 12-years-old kid has her so-called childhood best friend Ace Daryl Smith who left her while they are still kids, after promising her that he will never leave her side, no matter what happened after immigrating to Canada. This hurt the young Celestine Claire so bad, but she still chooses to be friends with him even though she felt betrayed by Ace. Days, weeks, months, and years past and Ace never show up again to her, even though he keeps on telling her he will visit the Philippines again to see her. Until the day she gave up, and hate him to death. One day, Ace shows up again to Cel after so many years and transferred to the University where she is studying. The girl hates Ace now, while Ace on the other hand became one of their University's Royalty having the title of "University Hunk". What will happen to the two people who once love each other as best friends, and now became each other's arch-rivals? Could their friendship go back, to where it supposed to be? Could they stay as each other enemies for the rest of their life? Or a new Love will sprout in the middle of their World War?
Have you ever wonder how it feels like to not get old at all?
Are you a part of the population where you wish you don't grow at all?
Those population who were willing to spend millions-billions of fortunes just to stay young forever?
Those people who wish they don't grow old at all? Wish to the billions of shooting stars, that you stay the same forever?
Then if you were part of those population, maybe you might want to be in the same situation as mine.
And if fate could be swapped, I would wish to swap my fate with you...
Because unlike you, ever since I start to enter puberty, I always wish I am someone who could look the same as my age. I would wish to have your body aging. I would love to see the version of myself who is growing. To see the version of myself where I could tell those people around me my real age without the need to explain I am not bluffing at all.
To see the version of myself, where I could tell kids younger than me, that 'hey! I am older than you, so stop hitting on me' where I could say, I deserve to go alone without a guardian because I am already an adult.
Come to think of it, would you rather want to be in a situation where all of the people around you, will always think that you are just an elementary student for all your life?
Like for example, your mom would ask you to look for your younger brothers report card, and his teacher won't let you have even a glimpse of his grades because he will keep on insisting that 'getting the report card of your brother is a job that you shouldn't do because you are younger' and even though you keep on telling them you're older, they will still not believe you, unless someone who knows you before will prove the claim that you are older, and you only have a freaking babyface.
Would you rather have the experience where the guards on every mall you go, will keep on telling you 'that kids are not allowed inside the Malls without having their Guardian'? And they will not let you in unless you show them your ID, proving that you're old?
Would you like it, when kids younger than you would not respect you the way you should be respected because you're older than them, just because you look like you are just the same age as them? Or worst you look freaking younger than them?
Or having almost every time, you have to depend on every people you met that you are old, and you are not bluffing at all?
Almost every day you have to debate with them, that 'Hey! I am just the same age as you, so I have to get all the privilege of doing things that an adult does because I AM AN ADULT TOO.'
Or those times where people your age use to mock you at school because you look week? Because you look like you are just a baby, who still needs her Mom almost every time?
To get bully because you look like a baby? Because some people adore your looks and makes you a teacher's pet? Some jealous people would think the worst of you, just because of how you look.
And if you are weak? You'll be doomed.
Why?...
Because bullies will always stick their eyes like glue on you.
People will not take you seriously, just because they think you are under age.
People will always mistake you...
People will always underestimate you, just because of your look.
If you still want to be in that kind of state, then I'll be so much willing to trade my fate with you...
Because it sucks to be like me...
Because I am tired of explaining myself, almost all the time.
When you know my age first, you'll say the picture I sent wasn't me. Or I am just sending my baby pictures.
If you saw me personally you will doubt I am telling you the truth about my age. People always doubt, and I am so tired of it. So I will choose to tell them the age they wanted to hear from me? Because why not? It'll help me to avoid questioning, and to avoid getting called a liar.
Some say I am so lucky to have these looks. I don't need to worry about the wrinkles and the pimples. I am naturally short, so I look like a kid plus my natural babyface, which they always mistook as a filter.
So now? Do you still want this face? No need for billions of dollars, because if only I could trade this? I am willing to trade almost everything I have in exchange for a life like yours. I would love to trade these features of mine, which many people would dream of, in exchange for normal features like yours...
I am Celestine Claire Constantine, a 21-year-old college student with a natural babyface. And this...
Is my story...
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